Colorful World - E.S. (best contemporary novels .txt) 📗

up dead”, Ceto said, it was her first day here in a week, she didn’t tell any one where she was going or where she went, Ceto got up and left, the door slammed behind her. My knees were to my lips and my arms wrapped around my legs, no one talked to me any more, they only thought about the twins, sure Jed would hug me or whisper a couple words, but that was it. I thought the twins were some amazing warriors, they could handle them selves, but now, what, they need their mother to come to their rescue.

It was midnight, Kooda went out looking for Ceto who was probably hooking up with some guy, one day, that girls gonna break his heart, I bet a million dollars. Rowan was in his room doing whatever, Bruce was left making dinner, and every one else was out, doing whatever. I don’t even know why I’m still here. They were all just waiting, keeping their selves busy, not wanting to face what could be the ugly truth.

The twins might not be coming back.


ATHENA. THE NEW MYSTERY.

The slave girl was standing it the corner watching us, there was a new slave too, she was being tortured, I could tell she was a little girl by the way she screamed, Scottish too, by the way she whispered. I always loved Scottish accents, but now I dreaded hearing it. She whispered things, help me, she once called out, I couldn’t do anything. Help me was all I heard, at night when the Leader was in his comfy plush bed, she was attached to chains on a wall.

We were skinny, I could see Atalanta’s ribs, but she was getting better, the slave, the teenager, would sneak us some food whenever she could afford it. Atalanta yelled with the girl, at night, she screamed with the little girl at night. Atalanta stayed in her wolf form, like she was expecting something the jump out at us, I would tell her it’s ok, but I was expecting it too.

Atalanta was pretending to sleep, I knew she snored, but she didn’t know that. I was sitting against the bars, it felt like I never moved, I ran around the arena every day though, if a monster came I wouldn’t be to out of shape. The little girls whimpering was all I heard, she talked to herself, I never listened in before, but now I did.
“Don't you fret, my dear
It'll all be over soon
I'll be waiting here for you
Run fast as you can
No one has to understand
Fly high across the sky from here to kingdom come
Fall back down to where you're from
Don't you fret, my dear
It'll all be over soon
I'll be waiting here for you
For you, for you”, she was singing, all this time the girl was singing, it was in her accent, how could they do this to this poor little girl. I screamed, “You murderer! I will get you for this! I’ll make your life a living hell!”, I yelled to the Leader, the girl stopped singing, the salve came over to me, she slapped her hand over my mouth then put a finger up to her lips. Atalanta came over to me, her white fur turned gray and brown, she layed down beside me, the slave walked away, the Leader was coming, “girls, will you ever be quiet? What do I have to do? I already took away for food, now do I have to take your water too?”, he threatened, Atalanta growled, I could almost hear her mimicking the Leaders voice, I walked up to the balcony bars, trying to see his face, I climbed the bars, so I could face him, every step was like a marathon, I was surprised I made it up. “You should die for this”, I said, the Leader looked away “what, you think your going through pain, you think your being tortured?”, he said, “I’m not talking about me”, I stated, the Leader lifted his brows, confused, “leave me, I have better things to do then to waste me time with you”, he walked up to me, he punched all of my fingers with his hands in one quick motion, my fingers throbbed with pain now, I fell, the wind of the fall was rushing past me, my hair going in my face, I hit the ground with a bang.

SARAH. MISSING FRIENDS, MISSING FAMILY?

Diana had not come home for two days, Nora had been gone have a week (there was tests almost every day this week) “Sarah, will you come down stairs for dinner?”, my mother called, “coming!”, I yelled back, I walked down stairs and went to sit at the kitchen table, my mother was at the other side of our four person table, “do you know where Diana is?”, she asked, “no, she doesn’t tell me any thing”, I explained, “why”, I asked, “oh, no reason, just wondering, she seems to be talking to you more now, isn’t she?”, mom asked, well I hadn’t noticed it before, but now that seems to be true, “yeah I guess”, I said. my mother got up “what should we do with her?”, my mother whispered to herself, “what do you mean, she’s gonna stay with us forever, she is our family”, I said worried, “well....”, my mother began “well what!”, I said, “the docter said it would be a good idea to let her live in the hospital for a while, do some tests, take care of her”, my mother explained.
“NO!”.

ATHENA. THE GREAT ESCAPE.

The masked slave had been seen less and less, the little girl still sang at night, but her voice growing quieter and quieter. Atalanta had stopped talking all in all, she stopped turning into her wolf self too, she sat in the middle of the arena, she screamed some times, repeating the little’s girls cries.

I was giving Atalanta the food I had when I heard a loud bang on the doors, “Stop her! Some one stop that woman!”, a person shouted, in ran a girl, teenager, her brown hair was straight and had twigs in it, she had blood smears on her arms and face, her red eyes widened by the sight of me and Atalanta. She looked around quickly until she found a door way, a couple minutes later she burst out the door leading to the arena, “come with me”, she yelled, Atalanta looked at her confused then finally managed to get up, she ran past the girl and out the door.

The girl looked at me, but couldn’t, I could only think about the little slave girl, and masked slave too. They didn’t deserve to be stuck in this place, no one did. “Wait”, I said, I ran, and not like the jogs around the arena, I mean my run, it felt to good to be true. I ran through the hallways, finding one door, I opened it, it was the little girl, as I guessed she was hanging on the wall, chained there, she looked at me with terror in her eyes, she started to cry, I didn’t know what to do “it’s ok, I’m here to help you”, I said, but she lashed around in her chains,
“Don't you fret, my dear
It'll all be over soon
I'll be waiting here for you
Run fast as you can
No one has to understand
Fly high across the sky from here to kingdom come
Fall back down to where you're from
Don't you fret, my dear
It'll all be over soon
I'll be waiting here for you
For you, for you”, I sang, she stopped lashing around and whispered “help meh”, I ran over and ripped the chains off the wall, and held her in my arms.

There was one more person, I looked all over for the masked slave but couldn’t find her any where, the last room I checked was the salve rooms. I searched the room, no one was there, I turned around and there was the masked salve, I was struck with surprise “how did you get out?”, I asked, silently the salve pulled the mask from her face with such strength, you would think she was tearing her skin off. Under the mask was a girl, older then me in years but hardly any in how old her body looked. Her unusual light pink hair was down (it had been hidden), her skin color was just like mine, and her body was not as slim figured as mine, but she was not cubby, she was what I liked to call perfect, her eyes were fierce purple, just as mine. Gaia. One of my sisters from the purple eyed pack, the one I thought would be dead. I began to cry, I didn’t know if it was because she was alive, or she had been living in this place for so long and I had done nothing. The little girl, still in my arms, gasped. “Gaia?”, I asked, she girl in my arms eyes widened and started to flick around the room in fear, taking loud quick breaths, I soothed her and she went back to normal. “Yes, it is I. You must come with me”, her eyes shot to the girl in my arms, “put her on your back, turn”, she ordered, and I did so. She turned too, and we ran.

She lead me through the halls, to Atalanta. Atlanta went slightly mad,